#im too old for this

[ravioliage]

For some reason I'm seeing a lot more "you can like a character even if they're problematic" posts and what are we, twelve years old?

[inlovewithfairies]

Henderson’s Arthropomagic

Silrah x fem!reader | Rating M | WC: 6367 Summary: Who knew a doctorate thesis and a book could cause such troubles? - Reader is a doctorate student under Ben Harvey and she meets his two dumb of ass-pure of heart best friends, shenanigans ensue.

January

It was maybe two or three months since you had gotten the acceptance letter to start at Alfea as Professor Harvey’s new student, you were finally making good progress with your investigation, and were certain the man was who you needed to finish your doctorate. 

What you weren’t expecting was the two dumb of ass pure of heart best friends the man came with. You had first met Saul the day you sat foot on Alfea, actually the night. After Ben had given you a small tour around and showed you your quarters and everything else, you had gone back to the greenhouse, excited to pick one of the books you were certain you had seen a couple hours prior, and take it back with you, as Ben had instructed. But then, one book turned into two and the book turned into the fact that Dr. Rose Harvey had managed to make a glowing plant that basically behaved as a mirror ball when light was close to it. So that was how you met Saul. The man was walking around the gallery in the school when he noticed the greenhouse shine this way and that. He paused, looked down at his clock and then groaned, he knew for a fact that the Harveys had been in their cottage, he had just dropped Sky there. 

You were quite startled when suddenly the lights turned back on, you turned around, expecting to see Ben, when you met a tall, broadening man. Hot damn. “Hel-”

“Detention.” Was the only thing that came out of the man’s mouth. You went to retort, quite amused. “I don’t care if you had a test, I don’t care if you just needed a potion. No Professors Harvey, no students in this part of the greenhouse. Go meet Miss Dowling tomorrow after the first period”. You knew you looked young, but you definitely weren’t that young. Still, he looked tired as fuck, so you let it go. 

“Sorry, I’ll go back to my suite.” You held your bag tighter, bounty retrieved, and moved towards your apartment within the faculty area. Who was that man?

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[valgeristik]

sometimes i remember the family situation i gave Aino n i just think its really funny, in hindsight. Fucker had devil connections this Whole Time???

[spotsandsocks]

Lets stay kind and calm tonight, if we could throw in some patience, rational thinking and appreciation of narrative structure and story telling that would be nice too.

I’d prefer not to watch my dash implode again because people disagree about ships and plots and endgames.

[ladymirdan]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I've been in a nostalgic mood for Larping ever since I started playing KCD. I have really missed it, but I kind of felt that the magic of Larp disappeared after smartphones became a thing. I have legit not larped in ten years.

And then, a letter arrived.

My favourite larp organiser is starting up a larp again.

Im soo torn on what to do. Should I go? Or should I just hold on to that nostalgia? I trust the people involved without question. But do I trust myself to still have that mojo.

It is s a non combat cozy larp, which is outside of what I usually do. But I could do a heavily inspired Istvan character. Being a shady little fucker doing diplomatic shit.

Help!!!

[purplepenntapus]

Sorry but people who are really aggressive and loud about hating the one piece live action are annoying

Not enjoying it is fine, thinking it’s bad is fine, but people act like it killed their first born child because it had Luffy taste Sanji’s food before he asked him to join and it’s just not that serious.

And this is coming from an autistic who is extremely serious about one piece

[a-skeleton-with-a-keyboard]

I know what I'm about to talk about is manly on TikTok but I still feel like I gotta say something

The discourse about shipping antinous and telemachus is not, should not and probably will never be (imo) that big of a deal. I completely understand not shipping it, being uncomfortable with it, and seeing it, however sending death threats to the artist who started this is unacceptable. And I think people; especially newer members of fandom spaces need to understand that fandom will fandom regardless if it's 100% wholesome, sfw, or non problematic or not.

Antinous is an awful person, no cookie cutting that, however if you think that being a awful person in fiction means that that character(s) should/will never be loved, related to, liked, or shipped with anyone in their story, then I'm sorry but then maybe fandom spaces aren't something you should be in yet. Another important thing; antinous is a fictional character, yes his actions can be real(which can be said about every characters actions) he himself is not.

This purity mindset in regards to fandom and using it as an end all be all morality compass isn't healthy. While someone's media preferences can be a small insists it isn't 100% their good/bad, cuz if that was true mlp fans are completely innocent and Hannibal fans are sycophantic cannibals.

Also can we stop using our own preferences for media has how people should write or create? "I don't like X I this is" perfectly vaild, and someone else liking x doesn't mean you're wrong, or their wrong, two things can be true at the same time, I personally don't like the chosen hero x secret goddess dynamic, I think it's overplayed but I know people who love it, and you wanna know what I do?

I don't justify why I dislike it not do I force them to justify their liking of it, I let it go

In conclusion fandom spaces should be fandom spaces and people are allowed to explore problematic dynamics and ships, use your own moral compass and decided if something in a fandom is for you, key word; you! Not your friends, your follows, your cat, just you

[supercalvin]

Do you ever get over Merlin? I don't think so. I walk around thinking "These people don't even know about BBC Merlin... Wild..."

[lemonjamdraws]

ok so ive watched all 4 episodes of ML 6

yall i thought i was prepared to endure the same level of mediocrity that we've gotten used to.

how can the writers do everything in their power to make it even worse. guys i cant im literally reeling. every single episode is Insane, marinette's character is getting annihilated constantly, nothing makes sense, adrien should have despawned and died but apparently didnt??

somehow lila being chrysalis is actually the best part of the show

and zoe and sabrina could become yuri maybe. this is all i know.

[dadbot3052]

I MADE A DISCORD!!

Help!!

Electric.chris

[witchfinderlieutenanttable]

Me waiting on New Year's Eve for the fireworks to start

[fernsproutxx]

but hey

i made it past 15

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

Only 3 days until I get Daniel and Jina back

[finest-galaxy]

Bullet With Butterfly Wings

The full playlist for this story can be found below:

1. Bullet With Butterfly Wings- Smashing Pumpkins

2. Kryptonite- 3 Doors Down

3. Scotty Doesn't Know- Lustra

4. Basket Case- Green Day

5. How the World Works- Bo Burnham

6. Crazy Bitch- Buckcherry

7. Killer Queen- Queen

8. Heart Shaped Box- Nirvana

9. Howlin' for You- The Black Keys

Be kind ya'll. This is the first fic I've written in fifteen years. Also, sorry the formatting is shit. I'm a computer illiterate Millennial.

The bird hadn’t answered his phone in four fucking days.

Not that Blitzo cared or anything. The stupid bird could do what he liked. No skin off his ass.

Only...he always answered Blitz’s texts. And he’d sent some quality horny memes. It was still a couple weeks out from the next full moon, but it never hurt to do a little pregaming. Plus, he knew Stolas would find them funny. This time, though, he hadn’t even sent so much as a “haha” or a fucking thumbs up.

The imp tapped his fingers against his bulky phone case, frowning. It was probably fine. He was probably just off on some royal bullshit, but it was still a little worrisome. The last time they’d seen each other, the avian horndog had seemed a bit more run down than usual. The sex had still been eventful, and he’d seemed to enjoy it, but it did seem like something was off. He hadn’t pushed and no details had been offered up. Now that he thought about it, Stolas hadn’t really talked much at all. Normally, he didn’t shut his beak the entire time Blitz was there.

“Fuck.”

Blitz: (10:41pm) Brd, answer ur phone.

Blitz: (10:47pm) Asshole. Just say if Via iz ther

Stolas: (10:55pm) No.

Blitz: (10:56pm) Gud. Be out side in 20

Stolas: (10:56pm) I’m not in the mood, Blitz. I would prefer to be alone. Thank you for offering, though.

Blitz: (11:06pm) 2 bad. 10 mins

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Stolas pulled his sweater tighter around himself. He was perched on the bottom step of the palace, waiting to kindly tell Blitz to go back home. He’d had a truly awful few days, and for once he wasn’t feeling up to whatever sexual experience the imp was planning. Stella had spent most of the week silently stalking around the palace, setting his nerves on end. His awful brother in law had joined her for hours on end, and it had felt like the two of them were plotting something awful. It was probably nothing, but it had ensured that this week hadn’t held a moment of peace for him. He had barely slept and was beginning to feel the exhaustion settle deep into his bones.

He glanced up to see the IMP van screeching into the driveway. Blitz rolled down the drivers side window and leaned out.

“Hey, birdie.”

The owl raised an eyebrow at the smaller man, but remained on the steps. “Blitzy, I’m sorry you’ve driven all this way, but I’m—”

Blitz held up a hand to stop him. “Nah, we’re not doing excuses. Come on.”

Well, that was rude. Stolas frowned. “But, I’m not in the mood for physical contact with anyone tonight. I’m sorry.” He rose and turned to start back up the stairs.

“Bitch, I didn’t come here to get laid. Get in the damn car. I promise to keep my hands to myself.” Stolas turned his head to glance back at the van. Blitz lifted both of his hands in a mock surrender. “No touching. This won’t take long.”

The bird sighed, deeply, and trotted down the stairs. He climbed into the passenger seat and shifted into the closest he would come to a comfortable position. “There. I’m in the damn car. What are we doing?”

Blitz didn’t answer. Instead, he shifted the car into drive and slowly pulled out onto the highway. He pointed to two large styrofoam cups resting in the dash. “The one on the right’s for you. It’s shitty coffee, but it’s coffee and it’s hot. Figured your princess ass could use a pick me up.”

Stolas took a sip of the very acidic coffee, sneaking a glance over at the driver. “Blitz, what are we doing?”

After a few moments of silence, Blitz cleared his throat. “I don’t know what to say. You didn’t answer your phone. That’s not like you.” He checked his mirrors. “So, whatever the fuck is goin’ on, it must be bad. So, I’m here to help.”

“Well, Blitz, that’s very kind, but I’m not sure this is something that can be helped. It’s complicated and messy and something I need to work out on my own.”

“I’m not here to talk feelings or any of that bullshit, Stolas. I’m here to...I’ve been having a shit week myself, okay? And when I have a shitty day, I have a kind of ritual that helps me feel better. So, I’m going to perform my ritual. And you’re here for the ride. Maybe you’ll hate it, and maybe it’ll make you feel worse. But maybe it’ll help you like it helps me.” The imp’s shoulders had risen as he spoke, almost like he was building a line of defense as he released that small bit of personal information.

“Okay.” Stolas agreed quietly. “How do we perform this ritual?”

Blitz waved him off. “It’s not, like, anything you need to do. When I feel like shit, I go buy a big ass coffee, I gas up the van, and I drive around and listen to music. I’m not putting on any of your fancy fussy bullshit. I’m makin’ myself feel better and you’re just here for the ride. Also, and most important, if you try to talk to me about anything you see or hear in this van tonight, I’m not comin’ over on the next full moon. I don’t do feelings and I don’t do talking. I’m just tryin’ to help. Got it?”

Stolas felt a flood of excitement, despite his foul mood. “Got it.”

The smaller man nodded and reached out to press a few buttons on the radio. A lone male voice echoed around the cabin, followed by a loud, percussive riff.

“The world is a vampire,

Sent to drain.

Secret destroyers,

Hold you up to the flames.”

Blitz bobbed his head gently to the music. Stolas, wary of the warning he’d been given, didn’t watch him directly. He faced forward but continued watching out of the corner of his eye.

Stolas jumped in his seat when he heard Blitz’s voice join the singer’s.

“Despite all my rage,

I am still just a rat in a cage.”

The owl could no longer look forward. His jaw dropped and he turned to stare at the imp.

“Someone will say—Stolas, you’re gonna lose the full moon,

Despite all my rage,

I am still just a rat in a cage.”

The bird’s head snapped forward. “Sorry!”

The song continued to play, but Blitz did not resume his singing. They drove in companionable silence through the next few pieces, each one sounding very similar to the last. The lyrics didn’t seem to focus on any one subject. One song seemed to be singing about a superhero, and the next seemed to be about someone named Scotty.

Blitz was the first to break the silence when the fourth song began. “Oh, Stols. It’s a song for you!” He cackled. A driving guitar screeched across the radio. He winked at the bird, letting him know it wasn’t an insult.

“Do you have the time,

To listen to me whine?”

Stolas rolled his eyes. “Cute, Blitzy.”

Blitz’s response was to roll down the windows and turn up the volume. Wind whipped through the van, ruffling the bird’s feathers. He sang along obnoxiously, occasionally sneaking glances at his passenger. Fuck, he hoped this worked. Otherwise he was making a gigantic ass out of himself for absolutely no reason.

Actually, maybe making an ass out of himself is exactly what he needed to do. He hadn’t gotten a single laugh out of him yet, and if he was being honest, it was bothering him. Fuck it.

He turned down the volume. “Okay, not your song after all. Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ll switch it up.” He poked a few more buttons and an old favorite of his began to play. It was silly, and stupid, but full of big words that the bird would probably like. He waited until the opening had finished playing, choosing exactly when he would join in.

He took a deep breath.

“The simple narrative taught in every history class,

Is demonstrably false,

And pedagogically classist.”

Stolas couldn’t help himself. He blinked a few times and turned to watch Blitz. The imp had his arm out the window, drifting his hand through the wind. There was a slight smile playing at his lips, like he knew a secret his passenger didn’t. He sang along easily, taking pleasure in the ridiculous lyrics.

Eventually, the song ended and the cabin was quiet again.

“More your speed, Princess?”

The owl chuckled. “I don’t know how much I liked the song, but I’ve never heard you use the word ‘demonstrably’ before.” He shifted in his seat to lean against the door, granting him a better view of Blitz. “Is this really what you do when you’re not feeling well?”

Blitz shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I mean, yeah. There’s usually nobody around. I can listen to my music as loud as I want to. I can drink my shitty coffee in peace. I can take the van to the right part of the country and drive as fast as I want. There’s somethin’ about having that level of control over somethin’ so big.” He patted the steering wheel gently.

“Oh, I see. It’s a control thing.” Stolas nodded. “I don’t have a lot that grants me that kind of control. It sounds lovely.” He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the door.

“How the fuck?” You’re a fuckin’ prince. You can do whatever the fuck you want.”

Stolas hummed in agreement. “You’d think so, right? But, no. The closest I get to that is opening the occasional portal, but after the first few times it’s not quite so exciting. Ah, well. I’m thankful you’ve decided to kidnap me this evening. Even if your taste in music is abhorrent, it’s done a little for my mental health to get away from the palace for a little while.”

Blitz resumed his playlist, and they settled back into their silence.

A few songs later, Blitz abruptly silenced the radio and yanked the steering wheel. The van skidded to the side of the road, jolting the owl forward in his seat.

“Ow!” He yelped, rubbing his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Blitz shot him a devious grin. He pulled the keys from the ignition and tossed them to Stolas.

“Want a little control, pretty bird?”

[jazz-the-writer]

Mafia SEO Changbin (I scream his name so much my keyboard autocorrect’s it like that)

Fic Rambles:

I though we talked about this Bin, you’re supposed to behave in working Rn \(//∇//)\

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Otoke???? HOW DO YOO SAYBIT IN KOREAN AGAJN???!??

You are going to kill me with your beauty. Stop I’m begging

you *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

A/N: I don’t remember who I stole the Jisung meme from but I think it was my bestie or someone on my tumblr TL.

After clicking on it cause I’m fucken whipped for Him:

Oh my god oh my god oh my god . SEO CHANGBiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiNNNNNNNN OH MY GOD. You’ll reject me respectfully right????? Oh my god

(*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

Changbin please you’ll help me out of the Delulu hole right? Remind me I’m just a silly girl with a crush even though I’m older than you???? My goodness I can’t with you boys, when you’re younger than me and you make me feel like calling you sir!????? I need to sit down ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

I’m working from home today please stop it (＞人＜;)

Edit a few hours later: Came back to make it mature! I’m sorry I forget to censor it before posting

[viking-raider]

It's just not fair that limerental wrote a fanfiction about your crappy cirvran and cahir, but ridiculed the ship RocheCiri and excluded it from the collection of ciri/everything fics.

To each their own. If you're so damn crotchety about it, write your own RocheCiri fics and start your own Ciri/Everything collection. Right in injustice if you feel you see one, don't go around victim-bitching everyone's inbox in the fandom over it.